Walked through the hotel hallway

The sensation of the lift slowing down was quickly followed by the ring of an electronic bell, and Tanya prayed that after the intense environment of the convention hall she'd at least have the tiny salvation of a clear run down the corridor to her room.

"Come on bitch!" Rachel said loudly, starting out of the lift at a brisk place and not giving Tanya much time to react. She had to play catch up for a moment and almost found herself falling flat on her face and being dragged along the floor. Rachel seemed unconcerned about this, and kept her pace up. On the one hand, Tanya was almost thankful that she'd reach the room so quickly, but the counter to that feeling was that having to move her elbows and knees so quickly was causing her ass to wiggle in the air. Even blind, she was painfully aware of how that would look to anyone they encountered. It was reminiscent of a puppy dog wagging her tail.

The rapid movement of her hips also made the thin material of the flimsy thong ride ever deeper into her ass. The discomfort of that was secondary to the growing feeling that Rachel still had one last ultimate humiliation in store for her. The woman was whistling cheerfully, and giving every impression of looking forward with great anticipation to one last final act.

Tanya heard a door open. Even after the crowds of the convention hall downstairs, each extra person who saw her in this humiliating setup added an extra level of cringing embarrassment. Whoever was coming out audibly stopped in their tracks, and Tanya heard a shocked gasp. It sounded like an older woman, and Rachel pulled Tanya to an abrupt halt.

"Oh, excuse me. I just had to take my pet for a walk. She was threatening to pee on the carpet in the room if I didn't take her out!"

Tanya's face burned a deep, incandescent crimson at the implication, whimpering slightly.

"Oh, it's okay!" Rachel was saying airily, to whoever it was who was currently looking down on the abject figure of Tanya, "You can pat her. She won't bite!"

"Wh... what?" the confused reply came.

"You can pat her, she'd quite friendly!"

For a few brief moments, the world froze around them, and Tanya just stayed there in total, complete humiliation. Then, with a sensation that sent shivers down her spine, she felt a hand touch her hair. The hand seemed to be trembling as well, and then she felt the hand begin to move down her long red hair.

"Good... umm... good girl?" the uncertain voice said.

The hand proceeded to stroke her hair a few times, and Tanya desperately wanted the ground to open up and swallow her whole.

After a few moments of this though, Rachel evidently decided that it was time to move on, and after a few more spoken pleasantries with their stunned audience, Tanya felt the signal via a tug on her leash to continue.

Happy to escape this latest degradation, Tanya began to obediently trot away. She didn't get out of earshot before one last embarrassment was revealed to her though.

"Umm... excuse me?" the woman called out after them, uncertainly, "but... ahh... why does she have 'call me bitch slut!' written all over her back?" Tanya shrivelled up inside at the realisation of what everyone downstairs would have clearly known...

Mercifully, it was only a dozen or so metres before they apparently arrived at their final destination.

"Now," Rachel commanded her pet, "wait here! Quietly. If I hear you call out, then there will be severe repercussions. I have to... tell our visitor inside what to, umm, expect." There was an audible sense of amusement in Rachel's voice, and she didn't wait for Tanya to even acknowledge she understood the instruction before opening a hotel room door and disappearing inside.